In the forest.
Roger closed his eyes and concentrated, his nostrils slightly flaring as he focused on sensing the residual energy fluctuations in the air.
Earlier in the temple during morning class, it was precisely this familiar aura that triggered his unique sensitivity to the spiritual nature of the Golden Benba Bottle.
He suddenly opened his eyes, scanning the surroundings with a sharp gaze.
The forest was silent, except for the scorched, still warm large rock, and as far as the eye could see, there was no one around.
Roger's face turned instantly livid, his eyes behind the glasses burning with anger.
He was almost one hundred percent sure that the person who had just lingered here was that bald man whom he loathed to the core!
Moreover, the opponent had chosen to train so close to Lingquan Temple.
This behavior was clearly an open provocation!
